I am exposed. 

Here I am in my most pure form, 

No filter.

No edits. 

Not the best lighting, 

or smile. 

But it is mine. 

I am exposed. 

You can see my mothers smile lines behind my eyes, 

My grandpa’s noes. 

My scar from falling as a child, 

My uneven two front teeth. 

I am exposed. 

My imperfections gleam 

With nothing to hide behind, 

No filter.

Nor edits. 

No light.  

I am exposed. 

But so are my emotions. 

Here I am in the most raw form, but I am happy, 

I am holding the letter I have worked for and I didn’t even have time to pose, 

Before a picture was snapped, 

And I am smiling.

This happiness is exposed, 

Natural. 

With nothing to hide behind.